I wait in the aspen grove,
I hope you'll find me there.
That clearing where we found the trove,
Where I first stroked your golden hair.
Youre still waiting in my mind,
I hope I wait in yours.
Like fruit protected by the rind,
Like oceans meet the shores.
Three days we spent rustling like leaves,
Three days our hearts were still as trees.
Three days I will wait here for you,
After then we must begin anew.